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Misses Sowers
This was her thirty first year and she could not wait to start
And with Christmas now getting near she so enjoyed her part
Gathering up the different spools with colors joyously bright
She took out her knitting tools and knitted through the night
Such a joy was it to do as teardrops were often knitted in too
For she had this very special view and from upon it she drew
And every child was unique as she could recall every one
As so often with them she speaks as her work is never done
She called the hospital ahead saying she was on her way
The man on the phone had said, "we have a little boy today"
And soon she would arrive a special blanket under her arm
That place came alive in the presence of such a loving charm
Rocking him softly in the chair, her blanket bundling him tight
Life already seemingly so unfair but that needn't start tonight
As this little baby had a need for his own mother didn't care
And the way she planted this seed was just by being there
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Vincent Flannery
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